Chapter 475: Funeral in a snowstorm

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Overnight, sometimes many things can happen, such as the two nights when Maca went to the United States; but also overnight, sometimes nothing happens, and the dawn has been unveiled silently. Title page.
That night, almost no one had happened to Harry and Ron, and no one knew where Marka had taken them or what they had done.
In the early morning of the next day, the blustery gathered snow and snow, and layers of frost and white were spread on and off the campus of Hogwarts, cold and clear.
In the morning, Maca appeared in the auditorium casually, and sat down peacefully on the teaching staff seat.
Today is the day of the funeral in public, and the atmosphere in the auditorium is quite depressed. Almost everyone wore a dark, or simply black dress robe, solemn and solemn.
Maca is naturally the same-although his wizard robes made of basilisk materials are faintly green, they are generally close to black, and they are quite exquisite and heavy in style. Dressing on such occasions does not seem to be obtrusive.
Today Professor McGonagall did not sit on the principal's seat, as in the previous days. The throne-like seat in the center of the teaching staff was empty to show respect and nostalgia for the white wizard who had sat on it.
Snape wasn't here. He had left the British magic world to the United States since the students' vacation. For him, taking Tia to follow his family is definitely more important than attending this "false" funeral.
As for Hagrid, he wasn't in his seat at the moment either-maybe he didn't have the mood to come over for breakfast? Maca wasn't sure, but judging by Hagrid's feelings for Dumbledore, he could guess a little bit better.
On the four long tables below, a large number of adult wizards replaced the little wizards, sitting slightly crowded. Whether it's real or pretended, at least they don't seem to have an appetite, they just whispered and ate their breakfast on the plate.
In addition to yesterday's Harry and Ron, a few students also came. Among these students, there are 20 or 30 people who stayed at Christmas.
Maca could tell Harry they shouldn't come over, but couldn't communicate with all the students. Although it is a holiday now, it would be unnatural for Dumbledore's funeral to be completely absent from school.
However, it is worth mentioning that Draco Malfoy, the young master who was low-key enough and low-key in the presence of him, was the only one in Slytherin.
To be honest, although the young master is not very happy, he is just a student.
Behind him came here most of his father Lucius Malfoy, and that wall grass, Maca, had not seen him for a long time. I don't know how much sin he had under Voldemort's hands, so that his son had to run back to school on this day and forcibly stuck in front of Maca.
This father and son Maca knows quite well. If no one is pushing them, they will never want to blend in. Lucius, who had been in close contact with Maca and Voldemort, couldn't understand the danger of being caught in the middle?
The appearance of Draco was undoubtedly a signal given by Voldemort. He certainly wasn't trying to remind Maca that he was coming, and if it was, it wouldn't be the point. His behavior is intended to warn those "a few smart people" present, and it is a kind of hidden deterrent.
And maybe just by the way, Voldemort also wanted to use Draco to challenge Maca. If this is the case, then this time, maybe he has no other reliance.
In short, today is definitely not peaceful-including Maca, many parties have become more and more determined.
Maca shook her head secretly, temporarily letting go of her thoughts. He held up the knife and fork, and ate a large mouthful of breakfast while maintaining a certain etiquette image, giving priority to filling his stomach.
Mourning mourning cannot be eaten as food. It is more meaningful and valuable to have mercy on the living than to have mercy on the dead-this is what Dumbledore himself said.
After a while, when the vast majority of people put down the tableware, Professor McGonagall finally stood up. At this stop, people who were still eating-such as Maca-also set the knife and fork in the dinner plate, wiped her mouth and looked at her.
The buzzing voice in the auditorium soon calmed down.
"It's almost time," McGranen said. "Guests, please follow our professor and move to the ground in front of the castle for a while--"
With that said, she turned her head and nodded slightly towards Maca. Maca nodded, indicating that she knew.
Immediately, he got up in the eyes of a large number of wizards, left the seat and walked to the side hall porch. Many people understand that Maca took the lead at this time, apparently to invite Albus Dumbledore's body out.
After he couldn't see him, everyone turned around and started to move outside the auditorium. Half of Milleva McGonagall and the other professors took the lead, and the other half stood and waited to make sure everyone was in place outside the venue.
Slughorn was wearing a gorgeous emerald robe with silver silk embroidery, and it was clear that even a solemn and solemn funeral could not stop his saucy heart. Today he is not a professor, so he is going out with the guests now, but it looks really eye-catching.
But those who know him will understand that this fat old man is actually expressing his solemnity in his own way.
Next to him was Mr. Scarmand, who had lived in Hogwarts a few days ago. Compared with Slughorn, this highly respected and magical zoologist is far too plain and simple.
Next to the auditorium door, goalkeeper Filch and librarian Mrs. Pins stood there.
Filch was wearing an old-fashioned gray suit today, clinging so tightly that he wondered if he would strangle his own tie, and all of it smelled like a camphor ball. Mrs Pins wore a thick, long black mask, and the lower edge of the mask even fell to her knees.
I have to say that there is an alternative match between the two men.
Gradually, everyone came out of the auditorium quite orderly. After Mrs. Filch and Peace went out at the end, the last few professors left also followed the door.
Sprout, the principal of Hitchparch, who never cared about the appearance of cleanliness, rarely picked himself up cleanly today, without a patch on the wizard's robe and hat.
Today is a day that no one will treat lightly.
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At the same time, Maca was walking towards the fourth floor of the main fort.
He skillfully passed Hogwarts' constantly changing direction stairs, sometimes walking slowly and sometimes catching up a few steps, each time he could step into the right direction in time, never wasting time to stop and wait time.
Before long, he reached the deepest point along the corridor on the fourth floor, in front of the thick wooden door that made him quite nostalgic.
He had been here with Harry and Harry in the first school year he had just entered Hogwarts. At the time, the three-headed dog Luwei was chained behind the door, followed by numerous levels and the magic stone hidden at the bottom.
And now, Dumbledore's body was parked there, and he maintained the appearance of his life with magic.
Maca took out her staff and lightened it on the knocker, and as the lintel flashed on the door, the wooden door creaked open automatically, revealing a rather spacious but empty storage room.
I saw him open the trapdoor on the ground with a wave and jumped into it.
Now the levels are gone, there are only a few rooms, and a wide passage. Traveling all the way, he stopped in the last large room and turned his eyes to the center of the room.
Dumbledore's body floated up and down in a beam of light that enveloped his entire body ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Slivers of silvery white hair and his silver-gray wizard robe fluttered with him, as if he were in a cloud of light particles Among the springs.
It was this old man who changed his life with a letter. In these few years, he said that he had given him all kinds of favors, but he had also given him a lot of trouble. If you ask Maca what kind of affection he has, I'm afraid to thank you more.
Will he see his old face again today?
"Professor, please!"
Maca said something casually, but she was laughed at herself again.
No longer remembering, he drew out his staff and waved backhand, and Dumbledore's body immediately broke out of the beam of light and slid out lightly outside the door.
When Maca returned to the foyer in the same way, he did not go to the auditorium anymore, but left directly through the gate of the castle.
The snowstorm outside was still very heavy and snow was everywhere. After leaving the gate, Maca turned aside and controlled Dumbledore's body to the south of the castle.
Today's funeral scene is on the south side of the lake, where Dumbledore will also be buried.
There are no precedents for setting up graves within the Hogwarts campus. There is no doubt that only Dumbledore can sleep in this land without objection.
Waiting for Maca to move along the path that had been buried in the snow for a while, with only a lot of footprints left, he saw a large, quiet figure standing by the lake in the distance.
None of them expressed dissatisfaction, even in the midst of wind and snow, but all looked at the body floating in front of Maca.
Countless snowflakes slipped to the side when they reached the body, and none of them were contaminated.